Crumbs of a Bum's Cake

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Is it beautiful like … the residue of a bird’s hum? The last pound of the blind man drum. The rum of the scum, Is it the scent of a baker’s thumb? The beautiful of the slum? The gift of the innocence/ confusion in the solution. A something of nothing or the nothing of something. The surrendered of superficial / is the hug from a poem. The kisses of an “I miss you”. The leftover dew from a long exotic night…The last twisting on an erotic knot. Is it the cream that rose to the top/or the sugar rush from the last drop/The simmering of a rainbow’s nose/ snowflakes un-froze? Is it birds freed/ or insanity caged … The teaspoon of humanity’s first and last flavor /Drowning of a thought/ or the life saver. Now… ask yourself this …. Crumbs of a bum’s cake/Washing your face in midnight’s rage/ waking up with the good in morning caged/Laying down and sharing your heart with if, possible and maybe… Erecting to the world aggression. Is crumbs from wanting the love /but Accepting the Mmmmm’s on the F’s between the liberations of breaths/ Crumbs of a bum cake … where desires are lit or destiny blown out…Where the softest flowers grew into hard like rocks. To taste the crumb of a bum’s cake / where all senses radiate…Sparked by a revolution / and the most angelic earthquake partake… Accepting the lost in winning/winning to not lose/ still confused by when you win -you still lose.” In short, Crumbs of a Bum’s cake addresses the hardcore battle of drug addictions through six generations.

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